There were days when getting out of bed took several swats at the snooze button. Times, when my body ached from the exertion of staring at the ceiling. Those darkest days are behind me.

My life is different now. Reading and writing occupy my day. I’ve learned to eat again, gained the weight I lost those couple of years after you left. Three days out of the week I hit the gym, and I pay attention to what I wear.

I know, my words are reminiscent of an old breakup cliche. Only I’m not doing this to get you back, make you jealous, or even to make you regret you left me. It’s a matter of survival.

Those darkest days are behind me. But, I still miss you, and it hurts. Only, not as much as yesterday.